歌詞

Clink in the dark

A glass speaks first

White on my hands

Red on the cloth

You smiled so politely

Across the linen and flame

My fork stayed untouched

While your silence took shape

The roses watched us

From the sideboard in bloom

And something unspoken

Sat down in the room

I kept my posture

Kept my chin in place

But the air turned heavy

With a hidden taste

You reached for my hand

Like you meant no harm

Still the night went bitter

In your satin calm

White gloves, red wine

So sweet, so fine

White gloves, red wine

Stains under the line

White gloves, red wine

We both knew why

White gloves, red wine

And no one asked me why

The candles leaned lower

As the questions passed

Your laugh was expensive

But it never quite lasted

I watched the last drop

Turn slow in the glass

Like a secret decided

Too late to be classed

I kept my posture

Kept my face composed

But the room felt smaller

As the evening closed

You touched the stemware

Then you looked away

And the air between us

Learned what not to say

White gloves, red wine

So sweet, so fine

White gloves, red wine

Stains under the line

White gloves, red wine

We both knew why

White gloves, red wine

And no one asked me why

Now the table is empty

But it still holds heat

Every perfect gesture

Left a bruise so neat

I can wear your manners

Like a blade in silk

Grace on the surface

Poison in the milk

White gloves, red wine

So sweet, so fine

White gloves, red wine

Stains under the line

White gloves, red wine

We both knew why

White gloves, red wine

And no one asked me why